NTR Quest 52 - Demonkine - Mercy (Patreon)
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“What would you have done if I was a bit more thoughtful and humble back there?” You asked as the others began to limp towards you and Kara. The mood was fairly somber. Malik did not look pleased to have had to risk his life and Jeane, though she did not have a deep connection with the other members of your group or the mages, still showed a sense of loss. You were also gutted, but if Leage answered saying that it did not matter what you said it would at least provide some solace. She looked up at you and spoke frankly, as she tended to do.
“We would've let you pass by unhindered.”
Your mood dropped from the low point it was already at. There was very little solace to be found in that answer. “I can't punish you for something that was ultimately my fault, especially given your intentions.” Leage looked surprised, but she should not have been. You had a vague insight, at least, into her drive and her reasons for doing what she did. Among Coda's many daughters Leage was the least independent and least ambitious. While you came to understand that she trusted Kara far more than anyone else when it came to matters of extreme important, in everything else there was Leage to confide in; even before she became the voice of the entire Coven.
“I agree.” Jeane struggled to say. She just managed to overhear, being an elf.
“That is a...” She grunted and took one last step forward before stopping.
“Mature assessment.”
Kara stood close and rubbed your shoulder. “It's... Partially my fault. I think I have a lot to do with the way you behave now. I did warn you, though.” You shot her a look that had her glancing away.
You brushed off her request for partial responsibility. “No. The whole point of this... Of everything is that I am the one who has a choice. All of this was a culmination of everything that I've done so far. Even...” You stared down at your hands. Immaculate, pale hands with retractable claws. Your tail swayed gently behind you. You were vaguely aware that the color of your hair and ears had shifted to adopt crimson highlights, much the same way Kara's ears and tail became tipped with white after she consumed Raithe.
Leage sighed. She stared up and mused skeptically. “Honestly, it was far beyond our calculations that the boy who answered us back on that path would come to that conclusion.” She did not reach for her sword but she rose from her knees and leaned close to you. She had to tilt her head up because you were taller. Your body had not become less masculine, but you had grown to match Coda's imposing stature. She stared searchingly into your eyes.
“We think this reflecting isn't an act.”
“It's not.” You admitted. With that the tension lifted somewhat. Leage bit the inside of her lip. You could see her cheeks redden.
“What?” You questioned.
“Many of us are wondering what it means to have one of us that is male. Let alone a male 'Coda'.”
You quirked a crimson-tipped brow. “How many?”
“Most of them, probably.” Kara interjected while rolling her eyes.
“They act high and mighty but they're just as horny as anyone else. The lack of an opportunity doesn't make you 'chaste.'
“Shut up!” Leage blurted out.
“Before you ask, that is from all of us, 'Sister!'”
Kara stuck her tongue out behind you. You shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Listen, we can't be talking about this right now. We need to think about memorials and ceremonies and the most important thing is what we do about D'jir and the problems Demonkine is facing.” The two women exchanged a look. Both reluctantly nodded.
* *
The ceremonies for your party and even the mages that were lost were quickly held so that you could lift the weight from your shoulders. You attended and made sure that they would be buried in a respectable location. For Luire, even though he was not a dark elf, a site was chosen that was significant to elf-kind in general. As you considered his tomb, you realized that it would be respectful to his memory to bury him and etch him as a male according to his wishes before the changes, despite how he spent his last days.
For Heilan she was granted a beastfolk memorial, which was not difficult to pull off as they were the most common in the region. She was buried among wolves, the primary analogue to her kind back home. Rather than bury her as one would a servant, she was granted the dignity of being listed as a warrior to respect her loyalty and where she came from, and as an apology for what you had put her through as a young adventurer.
You had no idea what to do about t he two humans. It was uncommon to bury humans or mages in Demonkine as anything other than servants, but according to Malik, they fought, and bravely sacrificed themselves to try and defeat Leage, so he fought to have them buried among Demonkine mages, in spite of any arguments. You were surprised how strongly he felt about it. When you asked him, he simply suggested that he despised racism and that if all just acknowledged that they were orcs the world would be far more equal. No one would have to worry about 'lower' or insignificant burials.
You used your influence to bury Vura somewhere you thought she would enjoy, despite also being a human. Among the Coven. You had known her tastes for a very long time and decided that if there was an afterlife, and burial had any bearing on it, she would be happy to spend it in a place with attractive fox girls and no men whatsoever.
When all that was finally over, only then did you allow the Coven to 'prepare' you. You noted that there was basically no time whatsoever between all that was happening to talk to Kara about what you knew, and she was certainly not going out of her way to make time. You placed it on the backburner for after everything was done.
* *
“Don't be difficult.” Leage ordered.
“Is this a dress?”
“It's a robe. Unisex.” She argued, pulling your arms forcefully through the holes of a luxurious red robe. You were not completely convinced. It was loose, which supported her claims. Embroidered on it were symbols that you understood intuitively to be runes representing different mantras held by 'your' kind. They were in gold, along with the buttons and all other highlights. The collar was decorated with the softest, puffiest red fur you had ever felt. The color seemed to match your highlights. Naturally, being designed for Coda, the robe had a hole for a tail and it was very, very roomy in the front and around the hips. Leage inspected you.
“This will be fitted to you, don't worry.”
“Is everyone watching this?”
She shook her head. “No. It can be turned off, otherwise how would we speak privately?”
You gulped. “Are you... Upset that your mother is-”
She shot a look up at you and interrupted with. “She's not gone. She is a part of you. 'Father.'” She dispelled the seriousness of the topic by adding.
“By the way, I am positive Kara will call you daddy if you tell her to.” She stepped back and tapped her chin lightly as she looked you over.
“None of us have fathers in the typical sense.”
“Is that why you crave male attention?”
“No.” She retorted sharply.
“We crave connection. To anything and everything. You do, too.” She warned, stepping close. Her hand rested on your chest.
“Our Cores... Yours, as well. They don't have a Manabrane.”
“All I knew was that I couldn't use magic.”
She stared at you curiously. “You should know a lot more, shouldn't you? Are all of Coda's memories with you?”
“Not intuitively.”
“Hmm.” Leage shrugged.
“We-” She withdrew her hand and lowered it to fold together with yours.
“Connect with things. But you know that it's more than that. We really, really connect with things. All creatures with a Core have a Manabrane, even if it's super thin for most. It's the thing mages train to increase their Mana.” With your hands still locked, Leage pulled herself close so that her body was pressed up against yours. The front of your robe was mostly open so it was your bare chest pressed against her clothed breasts. You could feel her nipples peaking through the fabric.
“As far as I know, Coda dissolved hers long long ago to connect with this.” The girl motioned to the walls. The room itself was bland, much like Raithe's underground quarters. Dirt and stone bricks with roots tangling through every crack. You knew that she was referring more to the roots of the tree however. In addition to the thin veins you saw great, thick roots. The huge 'hills' shooting off from the Horn that must have been big enough to reach below the Clear Sea into Trysk; maybe even beyond. Above the bark seemed blackened but below it could be mistaken as vibrant and alive. You could feel that it was almost pulsing around you.
“Doing so made it so that she and all her descendants could not practice magic in the usual sense.”
“Seems like a hefty sacrifice.” All in all, to you it was a difficult trade-off unless you knew exactly what you were doing. You had no idea what you were doing and were not sure if you would have even chosen to do so, if you were given the choice.
“Well, that was back before that one human laid out the methods of making magic efficient to use for everyone.”
A memory struck you as Leage mentioned that. The dark-skinned woman from Coda's memories. “It seemed like a good idea at the time...” You spoke slowly, not quite sure where those words came from. They certainly were not wholly yours. They were more like memories.
“Exactly.” Leage leaned up to kiss you.
You stopped her mid-way. “Do you want to do this?” She nodded as you asked.
“Do the others feel what you feel when it is 'on.'” You questioned curiously. Leage's eyes brightened. The blonde fox nodded again.
“How deep is the connection?”
She licked her lips. “If I taste, they taste. If I smell, they smell.”
You leaned down, not yet touching her lips but remaining very close. “If you eat?”
“It can be split, but it is inefficient.”
“What about something you do not need a lot of?” You questioned cryptically. Leage tilted her head to one side quizzically.
“Turn it on.” Leage nodded and seemed to follow your order.
“Can they see and hear and...” You reached back and gripped her perky rear tightly. With your other hand you pulled her warm body back into yours.
“Feel?” You were somber and merciful, but you were still you and you were still one of them. It was like Kara said. You were horny. It was like Leage said, as well; you craved connection with anything and everything.
“Y-yes?” As she said that you leaned down and kissed her deeply. The incredibly strong girl grew weak in your arms. By extension you knew you were kissing and groping an entire race at once. At least, all that were connected to Leage. Her eyes rolled back as your tongue rolled around inside of her mouth.
“Mnn...” She moaned, prompting you to pull back. A bridge of thin saliva extended, then snapped between the two of you as the formerly sexless woman stared up in amazement.
“How many of you are virgins?”
“Many?” She gulped uncertainly.
“How many of you are horny right now?”
“MANY.” She said, nodding with quite a bit of certainty.
With that confirmation you rested a hand on her shoulder and easily guided her down onto her knees. She sat splayed out beneath you, looking up with an incredibly aroused stare. In that stare were the looks of hundreds, maybe thousands of other women.
“For how many is this their first dick?” You asked as you casually drew out your cock. It was never really bad, but it had become impressive after stealing so much masculinity from others. It was long and slightly thicker in the middle. Sheathed when soft with a bright head. Leage's jaw dropped satisfyingly. She shook her head.
“I- Well... M-maybe half?”
“So, many virgins, but you all still play around a bit?” As you clarified, she nodded evenly.
“Alright. So... Coda was your Mother, but I'm not your Father. I'm your Daddy.” You grinned down at her, and by extension the rest of them.
“How many are in a relationship, committed or otherwise?”
“A third, maybe?” Leage said honestly.
“How many have their significant others in the room with them right now?”
Leage breathed deeply. “A-about a tenth, maybe a bit more?” You leaned down and whispered something into her twitching ear. She shuddered and nodded, watching as you quietly counted down on your hand from three. As the last finger lowered the entire race of foxes closed their eyes and prepared themselves mentally. For those with significant other in the room you imagined all of them looking at them as, as one, leage said what they would all be prompted to say.
“My Daddy says you can't touch me anymore, but he will allow you to watch...” Leage smiled coyly. She was not the one with a partner so she quite liked what was happening.
“And if you are feeling desperate and horny you can feel free to pleasure him with us in the future but..” She wagged her finger.
“No. More. Sex.” With that the entirety of a beastfolk race wrapped their lips around your cock and sucked half of the smooth length right to the back of their throat. It was magnificent. Although it was only truly Leage that had her tongue sliding under your throbbing member while she bobbed back and forth, you felt the intent and submission of so many more. Through the roots you knew the resignation and anguish of many men as their wives and lovers pantomimed sucking you off, as well. It was only to get you ready, however. Once your cock was significantly hard and lubricated you crouched down and pushed Leage onto her back. Her legs practically bloomed before you with how quickly and eagerly they went from closed to open.
“You all choose when you get pregnant?” You asked, guiding your cock between her nether lips to find the actual cunt. She nodded.
“Not with me.” Through some warped desire to bring things full circle you thought of the original lie Kara told you about the 'men' of her tribe. You mused on that thought as you pushed your throbbing cock into Leage and began fucking. It was not making love, it was not passion, it was mating; it was self satisfaction. You could have fucked to please them and you were doing so indirectly, simply by how far your skill had come, but the goal was not their joy. It was breeding. For that reason you did not pull back from your own pleasure. You did not prolong the encounter. You felt the call of release and let go inside of your partner.
Normally when you came inside a woman there was a point where she became full and you would feel your seed beginning to push out past your thrusting member. In this case she felt bottomless, like her womb was endlessly consuming your own near-bottomless supply of seed. As your balls stopped pumping after a full minute you slowly pulled your softening member free. All across Demonkine and within the Horn, foxes with their legs spread gaped and leaked white fluid, regardless of whether or not their old partners were still in the room.
* *
“I can't believe you impregnated an entire race.” Kara complained.
“Jealous?” As you said that she punched your shoulder hard.
“An entire race?” Jeane repeated.
“Quite impressive. I am sure that orc would be proud, if not a bit jealous.” The elegant woman rolled her eyes. She was no longer pretending to be anything othr than a dark elf and had been granted a robe to match the style. It was loose but very thin, so her perky nipples poked through and when it caught, most of her naked body was visible beneath the soft, blue spider-silk fabric. She had let her hair down, as well, allowing the jet mane to flow around her long ears. She did allow herself some makeup. A splashing of blush to tone her cheeks and a bright red for her lips. There was also some shading of black above her eyes. She was pleased to finally have amenities.
“Oh, he's jealous.” You chuckled. The banter was to ease your nerves more than anything. With you replacing Coda the balance of power had shifted dramatically in Demonkine. As Kara explained briefly when you joined her for the meeting, Coda was the only thing keeping old Calpin alive, so as soon as she disappeared the gnoll immediately turned to dust and aged at least a thousand years. The meeting you were heading into would feature Djir and all the other big players in Demonkine and all of them would likely be very unhappy that you were taking Coda's place.